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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Monday, August 7, 2006

You can throw me like a boomerang,
I'll come back and beat you up.


Sometimes I feel as though I'm being pulled to different directions regarding the sort of image I want to portray. I can't decide if I want to be a wild child who is a die-hard party-goer, who dresses in sexy [if scanty] outfits because that sounds like alot of fun OR if I want to be a good, demure, refined young lady which sometimes appeals to me but at other times seems so boring.

I think feeling the pull in both directions have made me who I am today. I'm not a fan of bigotry but the latter will always appeal to me because of the self-respect it holds and reflects.

And like a friend said - The nice ones are always the naughtiest.

By the way, today I discovered where they sell - he said and I quote - the best prata in the world!